05/14/2025
On May 13, our funeral home participated in the P.A.R.T.Y Program, which is designed to expose youth to the tragedies involved in making bad decisions. The youth involved today were exposed to a mock accident scene and witnessed the “injured” being rushed away by ambulance and a “fatality” being taken away in a hearse. They then went to the ER to discover what happens there. Following that, they came to the funeral home to attend a mock funeral for one of their classmates. During that “funeral”, I addressed the students with remarks related to my experiences over the years. It was suggested to me that perhaps my message should be made available to a wider audience, so I have posted it below - please feel free to share it with anyone you feel needs to read it.
TRIGGER WARNING - those reading this who have experienced tragic death may wish to stop reading here. It is not my wish or intention to stir up painful memories. So, here it is, for what it’s worth...
My name is Mark. I have been a funeral director for 45 years, and I have lost track of the number of young people I have buried because of bad decisions they have made. And to be honest, I want to be done burying young people, and I certainly don't want to have to bury any of you here today.
There are two things that I know people think when taking risks:
-that stuff happens to the other guy: but think about this...to someone else who’s saying the same thing...YOU are the other guy!
- “well, if I end up killing myself, that’s my problem”. Guess what - it’s not your problem - you are dead; you have no problems. But your death now becomes your parents’ problem, your grandparents’ problem, your siblings’ problem, your friends’ problem, the community’s problem.
I wish I would be allowed to have each one of you walk beside me during the days following the death of a young person to be there to see the devastation at the scene and how it affects first responders, to be there with me as I es**rt mom and dad into the room to identify their teenager on a stretcher, to be in the room with me as I attempt to cut through the deep emotions of the family in order to coordinate funeral arrangements, to be there as I explain to mom and dad that an open casket is not an option, to be with me to see the effect on others in the community as they gather for the funeral and to be with me as I lower the young person six feet into the ground, never to be seen again.
But that’s not possible, and with any luck, not even an option because right now you are making a conscious decision to live a long, happy and productive life and to experience for yourself the joys of one day holding your newborn son or daughter, of watching your own children become who you are today, of holding your newborn grandchild, and of growing old with the one you love.
Throughout your lives, right from the moment you are born through to being very old, you will receive certificates for being born, for doing good work, for getting good marks, for winning races, for graduating from high school and post-secondary, for your accomplishments in university or at work, for community service, for being there for others. In your lifetime, you may accumulate just a few certificates or enough to cover the walls of a large room. Either way, these are mementos of things you have done in your life, things of which you can be proud, and you can see them everyday and display them for others to see.
Whether you earn one or a hundred certificates in your lifetime, there is one that will be your last certificate...a certificate that you will never see, a certificate that says you were here, but now, you are not. Your birth certificate tells the world that it can celebrate a new person arriving on earth. Your death certificate tells the world that you have ceased to exist and that it can move on without you. This certificate tells the world how and when you died - and it can be up to you what the world sees on this certificate - “he died of complications due to advanced old age” or “she died of massive internal injuries as a result of a motor vehicle collision while driving impaired by alcohol”.
You will never see what gets written on your final certificate, but you do have the ability to determine what gets written on it and who signs it - the doctor caring for you in the nursing home or the coroner attending the scene of your tragic death.
You decide.